Neither here nor there

So the last four or maybe five days I've been helping to run a Spring Camp for overpriveleged kids. I, along with one of my friends, was responsible for 17 of them. They were all 12-13 years old and when they were alone, some of them were kinda interesting to talk to and be around. However, when they roamed in their pack it was like a swarm of 'Rapters leaping on the back of a T-Rex and ripping at its neck with Tiffany jewellery and I-pods.

It was overall a postive experience, but I did manage to lose my voice. It now only works at the 'Barry White' frequency. If I try and go louder, quieter, higher or lower than a very specific scratchy bass rumbling, it cuts out. This is most frustrating, but we must make the best of these situations.

Currently there is last minute packing going on. I am preparing to leave on yet another trip. This time I shall be driving to Cambridge (to collect a passenger), followed by Nottingham (to attend a party) and finally on to Loughborough (to attend the National Student TV Awards conference thing). This shall be a landmark trip because it will be the furthest and the longest trip I will make driving a car. It will also be a landmark trip because it will be the last trip I make driving a car. Driving is hard. Motorways are hard. Unfamiliar roads are hard. In these circumstances, staying alive? Also hard.

I have a new mobile phone. It is a strange and confusing beast. I don't like it. The key that makes a space after a word is different. Stupid change.

In other news, Stephen King should hurry up and release the last two Dark Tower books in paperback so I can read them. CLOSURE, dammit!

Goodbye.